I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been imposed on me.

Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one's shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a new element, an "alien" element.

Write in the kitchen, lock yourself up in the bathroom. Write on the bus or the welfare line, on the job or during meals.

Do work that matters. Vale la pena

To separate from my culture (as from my family) I had to feel competent enough on the outside and secure enough inside to live life on my own. Yet in leaving home I did not lose touch with my origins because lo mexicano is in my system. I am a turtle, wherever I go I carry 'home' on my back.

Nothing happens in the 'real' world unless it first happens in the images in our heads

A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared.